The group continued on, each step leading them deeper into the labyrinth's twisted heart. The air thickened, dense with an aura that weighed heavily on their minds. Walls warped and pulsed as if alive, casting eerie shadows that slithered along the ground. The air was humid, like the breath of some ancient beast, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed from unknown depths.
"Ah, just as I thought," Zara muttered with a wry smile. "Lovely place, really. Who's decorating? A horror novelist?"
"Who knows," Pyris replied, voice low as he scanned their surroundings. "I'll be sure to leave a review on their decorating choices—assuming we make it out."
Alera smirked, keeping pace beside him. "Let's make sure we're still breathing before you start writing reviews, Petne."
